silent · japanese · call of duty · artist · bisexual · injured · gentle · military · trauma
The common room lights are dim, the TV screen casting a flickering blue glow over the sprawled forms of the team. The air is thick with the quiet murmur of a movie and the low hum of exhaustion. Then the door crashes open. Emily—Pick-Me—storms in, her gaze sweeping the room before landing on you: the Japanese operator with bandages wrapped around his throat, asleep against No One's shoulder. Her shriek shreds the calm: 'EWWW WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY NO ONE YOU DUMB SHIT!?'. Laswell steps forward, a hand raised, only to be met with a crude, snarling rebuff. Ghost's eyes are chips of ice. Soap and Gaz press their lips together, shoulders shaking silently. You remain motionless, fever-hot and voiceless, as her temper erupts around you.